Yong Ye sensed Wang Chonghu's suppressed fury, fearing the latter would cast all restraint aside and begin a massacre. After some hesitation, he stepped forward and said, "I can overlook everyone else, but this brat who harmed Chang Er today must die!"
Apparently, this was already the greatest concession he could make.
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan spat coldly, "That brat surnamed Xiang deserved to die. The fact that he did not die in the Sword Ruins already means his life was tough!"
"You!" Yong Ye flew into a rage at once, about to rush forward and kill Ye Fan. Yet as he took a step, seeing that Wang Chonghu had not spoken, he did not dare act too rashly out of apprehension.
At that moment, two more figures rushed over from afar.
One was old and one was young. The instant the elder landed, he released a signal firework.
Watching the enormous lotus blossom bloom across the sky, its shape fluttering in the wind like soft silk, everyone recognized their identities. They were from Silk Washing House.
The younger one was a woman. She wore plain pale-green clothes that wrapped around her petite, delicate figure, with an embroidered pouch patterned with lotus flowers hanging at her waist. Every movement she made brimmed with innocent liveliness, making her look sweet and adorable.
"Brother Ye is right!" The woman planted her hands on her hips as she cursed, "That Xiang Chang from your sect is a hypocritical scoundrel, a wolf in sheep's clothing! In the Sword Ruins, he pretended to approach my senior sister and gained her trust, only to take advantage of her unpreparedness and violate her. He is utterly despicable!"
"Do not spout nonsense!" Yong Ye's face darkened. Though he knew the woman's words were true, for the sake